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 If I Were A Bird
If I were a bird, I’d sing a song And fly about the whole day long, And when the night came, Go to rest, up in my cozy little nest. By Author Unknown
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 Busy
Busy, busy, busy, busy, Busy little squirrel - Running, running, jumping, In a dizzy whirl. Stopping now and then to eat A tasty little acorn treat - Busy, busy, busy, busy, Busy little squirrel. By Phyllis Halloran  Robin
I wonder how A robin hears. Although I’ve never Seen his ears; I’ve seen him stop, And cock his head, And pull a worm Right out of bed. By Aileen Fisher Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She was a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.  Mrs. Potter, The Otter
Down by the river, there lived an otter, Who was known as Mrs. Potter. Every day she looked for eels, And cooked them for her husband’s meals. One day he said, “I’m tired of this, Can’t you find another dish?” So off she went and did not stop, Until she found a sweetie shop. In she went, and gave her money, To the man who thought it funny. “Goodness me! Are you an otter?” “Yes,” she said, “I’m Mrs. Potter.” Home she ran with bags of sweets, To give her husband lots of treats. He ate them all, and did not stop, Till he was filled from toe to top. By Author Unknown  The Rabbit
Brown bunny sits inside his burrow Till everything is still, Then out he slips along the furrow, Or up the grassy hill. He nibbles all about the bushes, Or sits to wash his face, But at a sound he stamps, and rushes At a surprising pace. You see some little streaks and flashes, A last sharp twink of white, And down his hidy-hole he dashes And disappears from sight. By Edith King  Lucky Duck
Oh wasn’t it a bit of luck That I was born a baby duck With yellow socks and yellow shoes And I may go wherever I choose? Quack quack, quack quack, Quack quack, quack quack! By Author Unknown  I’m A Little Penguin
I’m a little penguin, Black and white, Short and wobbly, An adorable sight. I can’t fly at all, But I love to swim, So I’ll waddle to the water, And dive right in! By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of, “I’m a Little Teapot”  My Puppy
It’s funny, my puppy knows just how I feel. When I’m happy, he’s yappy and squirms like an eel. When I’m grumpy, he’s slumpy and stays by my heel. It’s funny, my puppy knows such a great deal. By Aileen Fisher Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She became a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.  Wouldn’t It Be Funny
Now, wouldn’t it be funny If the creatures in the Zoo Were all let out to walk about And look at me and you? And wouldn’t it be funny If they put us in the cages, And Kangaroos and Cockatoos Came guessing at our ages? And wouldn’t it be funny If the Hip-po-pot-amus Said, “Don’t go near, I really fear They’re very dangerous.” By Pixie O’Harris Pixie O’Harris was born as Rhona Olive Harris on 15 October 1903 in Cardiff, South Glamorgan, Wales. She was married to Bruce Waddell Fieldew Pratt (1902 - 1989) in 1929. She became a short story writer, an illustrator, a poet, and a broadcaster. Pixie O’Harris passed on at 88 years of age on 17 November 1991 in Lindfield, Sydney, Australia.  The Fieldmouse
Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, With your fur so soft and brown, With your eye so round and merry, Scarcely moving the long grass, Fieldmouse, I can see you pass. Little thing, in what dark den, Lie you all the winter sleeping? Till warm weather comes again, Then once more I see you peeping Round about the tall tree roots, Nibbling at their fallen fruits. Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go, Where the farmer stacks his treasure, Find the nut that falls below, Eat the acorn at your pleasure, But you must not steal the grain He has stacked with so much pain. Make your hole where mosses spring, Underneath the tall oak’s shadow, Pretty, quiet harmless thing, Play about the sunny meadow. Keep away from corn and house, None will harm you, little mouse. By Cecil Frances Alexander  I’m A Turtle
I’m a little turtle, I crawl so slow, And carry my house Wherever I go. When I get tired I pull in my head, My legs and my tail, And go to bed! By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of “I’m A Little Tea Pot”  Through Someone Else’s Eyes
Yesterday a butterfly Came floating gently through the sky. He soared up through the atmosphere Then drifted close enough to hear. I said, “I’d love to fly with you And sail around the way you do. It looks like it would be such fun To fly up toward the summer Sun. But I have not your graceful charm. I haven’t wings, just these two arms. I’ve been designed to walk around. My human feet must touch the ground.” Then magically he spoke to me And told me what his wish would be. He said, “What I’d love most to do Is walk upon God’s Earth with you, To squish its mud between my toes Or touch my finger to my nose. I’d love just once to walk around With human feet to touch the ground, But I have not two legs that swing, I haven’t arms, just these two wings.” And so we went our separate ways In wonder and surprise. For we’d both seen God’s precious gifts Through someone else’s eyes. By Author Unknown  Twelve Things Your Dog Can Teach You
1. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. 2. Allow the feel of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure joy. 3. Let others know when they have invaded your territory. 4. Take naps and stretch before rising. 5. On a hot day, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree. 6. When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body. 7. No matter how often you are scolded, do not buy into the guilt thing and pout . . . run right back out and make friends. 8. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk or run. 9. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. 10. Be loyal. 11. Never pretend to be something you are not. 12. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. By Author Unknown  I Am Home
“I am home,” said the turtle, as it pulled in its head And its feet, and its tail. “I am home, and in bed.” “No matter what inches and inches I roam, When the long day is done, I am always at home. “I may go whole feet . . . even yards . . . in a day, But I never get lost, for I’m never away “From my snug little house and my snug little bed. Try being a turtle! - That’s using your head! “You can go on forever, no matter how far, And whatever you need is wherever you are!” (“Is there one thing I miss when I’m snuggled in tight? Yes: there’s no room for someone to kiss me good night.”) By John Ciardi John Anthony Ciardi was born on 24 June 1916 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America. He became a teacher, a poet, a translator, and an etymologist. While primarily known as a poet, he also translated “Dante’s Divine Comedy,” wrote several volumes of children’s poetry, pursued etymology, contributed to the “Saturday Review” as a columnist and long-time poetry editor, and directed the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in Vermont. In 1959, Mr. Ciardi published a book on how to read, write, and teach poetry, titled “How Does a Poem Mean?” which has proven to be among the most-used books of its kind. At the peak of his popularity in the early 1960’s, Mr. Ciardi also had a network television program on CBS, called “Accent.” John Anthony Ciardi passed on at 69 years of age on 30 March 1986 in Metuchen, New Jersey, United States of America.  Kitty Tea Time
“Meow,” said kitty; “Please, may I stay To afternoon tea, Just for today?” “Kitty cat, kitty cat, What can I do? There’s no cup and saucer, There’s no tea for you.” “Meow,” said the kitty; “Meow,” said she. “I don’t need a cup, I never take tea; Some milk in a saucer, Is better for me.” By Author Unknown  Fish
How I wish I were a fish! My day would begin Flapping my fins. I’d make a commotion Out in the ocean. It would be cool To swim in a school. In the sea, I’d move so free, With just one thought, Don’t get caught. By Author Unknown  Busy Bee
Oh, say, busy bee, Where now are you going? Where now are you going, To work or to play? I’m bound for the garden Where roses are blooming For I must be making Sweet honey today. By Author Unknown  The Oracular Owl
The oracular owl Is a very wise fowl. He sits on a limb by night and by day, And an eager assembly waits on him To listen to what the wise bird may say. I heard him discourse in the following way: “The sun soon will set in the west.” “’Twill be fair if the sky is not cloudy.” “If a hundred are good only one can be best.” “No gentleman’s ever a rowdy.” “Ah! ah!” cry the birds. “What a marvelous fowl! Oh, who could excel this oracular owl?” By Author Unknown  Ladybug, Ladybug
Down in the hollow, Not so far away I saw some little Ladybugs When I went to play. Swinging in the Clover, Up in the air I wonder if the Ladybugs Knew I was there. By Aileen Fisher Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She became a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.  What I Learned From A Cow
Would you believe it - everything I need to know about life I learned from a cow! Get a good night’s sleep and you will wake up in a butter moo-d the following day. Don’t cry over spilled milk. When chewing your cud, remember, there is no fat, no calories, no cholesterol, and no taste! The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence, especially if they do not water it over there. Turn the udder cheek and moo-ve on. Seize every opportunity and milk it for all it’s worth! It’s better to be seen and not herd. Honor thy fodder and thy mother and all your udder relatives. Always let them know who’s bossy! Black-and-white, tawny, or red - whatever your color, it is always an appropriate fashion statement. Keep moving forward in life - because it’s hard to back up when you weigh between 180 and 720 kilograms (400 and 1,600 pounds). Don’t forget to cow-nt your blessings every day. A single “Moo!” says it all. Can you add to this list? By Author Unknown  Penguins Everywhere
There’s a penguin on the table. There’s a penguin on the chair. There’s a penguin eating popcorn. There are penguins everywhere! There’s a penguin on the ladder. There’s a penguin on the ground. There’s a penguin on the rooftop. There are penguins all around! There’s a penguin in the mirror. There’s a penguin next to me. There are penguins everywhere That only I can see! By Author Unknown  Image shown: Yellow Jacket Wasp, of the variety Paper Wasp, scientifically named Polistes dominula. Wasps
Wasps in brightly Colored vests, Chewing wood, To make their nests. Wasps, like rockets, Zooming high, Then dropping down Where peaches lie. By Anne Ruddick  Gray Squirrel
Gray squirrel, gray squirrel, Doesn’t make a sound, As he buries acorns, Under the ground, Later when it’s cold, And food isn’t around, The gray squirrel will dig, His acorns from the ground. By Author Unknown  The Elephant Poem
Elephants are lovely guys, They’re good and true and tell no lies. They don’t take more than they can eat, And always watch where they put their feet. They don’t play with electric wires; I never have heard of them starting fires. They live healthily, they don’t smoke An Elephant is a kindly bloke. Elephants take care of their young, And rarely speak with angry tongue. When in school, they do not cheat, They walk in lines which are quite neat. They don’t beat up on smaller folks, Don’t care if they’re the butt of jokes. They don’t fret, what wear today, Look simply splendid all in gray. Super strong yet very nice, They’re really not afraid of mice. I’ve tried and tried but I just can’t Find anything better than the Elephant. By Wayne Hepburn Wayne Ballard Hepburn was born in September 1937 in New Orleans, Louisiana, United States of America. He became a graphic artist. In 1988, he and his wife Kathleen founded Mission Media, Incorporated. In 1996, he started Elephant Appreciation Day, observed on 22 September of each year. He owned an art and framing business called The Frame Shop in Sarasota, Florida. Wayne Ballard Hepburn passed on at about 76 years of age on 2 February 2013 in Boynton Beach, Florida, United States of America. Continue scrolling down this website page to read the next article, or click or tap on these words to visit “Fun and Learning about Elephants” gathered by David Hugh Beaumont.  Bird’s Nests
The skylark’s nest among the grass And waving corn is found; The robin’s on a shady bank, With oak-leaves strewed around. The wren builds in an ivied thorn Or old and ruined wall; The mossy nest, so covered in, You scarce can see at all. The martins build their nests of clay In rows beneath the eaves; The silvery lichens, moss, and hair The chaffinch interweaves. The cuckoo makes no nest at all, But through the wood she strays Until she finds one snug and warm, And there her legs she lays. The sparrow has a nest of hay, With feathers warmly lined; The ring-dove’s careless nest of sticks On lofty trees we find. Rooks build together in a wood, And often disagree; The owl will build inside a barn Or in a hollow tree. The blackbird’s nest of grass and mud In bush and bank is found; The lapwing’s darkly-spotted eggs Are laid upon the ground. The magpie’s nest is made with thorns In leafless tree or hedge; The wild-duck and the water-hen Build by the water’s edge. By M. S. C. |
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